Yeah, I know the feeling. You stare into those beautiful, clear, innocent eyes, and endow them with all manner of wisdom. We've all heard the story, right, where the 3 year old goes up to her baby brother while the parents are watching from the crack in the door and she says, "Tell me what god looks like, I'm starting to forget." Sure sure. Then you see them struggle, struggle, turn red, and then suddenly smile. And then you smell it. The poo. And then they get a hold on their diaper and the poo goes flying. And then you realize that Stephen Pinker may have been right. There really is a point in time when we're a Blank Slate.
Oh, just wait. The fun just keeps getting better. :) I'm happy for you both. Rafi looks like such a gorgeous little boy.
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Oh, just wait. The fun just keeps getting better. :) I'm happy for you both. Rafi looks like such a gorgeous little boy.
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Yeah, it usually revolves between "Feed me! - I'm hungry" and "Change me! - I don't like sitting in my own shit." =)
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